Page 40 of Risen (Love and Revenge #6)

But just huffed a soft laugh and gently pinched my nipple in reprimand. “I think Sanka gave you rules. Use them.”

I rolled my eyes at mention of Sanka’s “rules.” He was the consent king. And just when I thought I had overcome every hang-up I had about sexuality, he found new ways to grow my confidence. For example, making me explicitly ask for what I wanted—out loud.

“Martina, please bite me,” I said, unable to keep the sarcastic note out of my voice. “I love the way you and Josh share my blood, and it’s hot when you share a bite.”

Martina might not be into guys, and Josh might not be into having sex. But the two blood-drinkers in our court shared something that I didn’t quite understand, but wholeheartedly approved of.

Martina grinned against my sensitive skin. “All you had to do was ask, sweetheart.”

And yet, she held back. I knew all of my lovers well enough by now to know what she was waiting for. Dusek’s aura slid over me, twining with my own, mixing with all the other intoxicating power in the room as the bed dipped again and he parted my thighs.

“Yes,” I said immediately, before Sanka’s stupid rules could delay things any further. “Dusek, I want you inside me. Now. Please fuck me.”

He chuckled darkly, bracing himself above me as he drew the head of his hard cock through my folds, swirling it around my clit and making me clench with need. “As you wish, my queen,” he said in a dark, deep purr. “But I think Yukio is feeling neglected.”

I turned my head toward where Yukio still knelt on the opposite side of Martina. But before I could speak, he released my wrists and tapped his cool, hard shaft against my lips. “Open up, sweetheart.”

I obeyed without him needing to tell me, twirling my tongue around his delicious cock as I used one of my newly freed hands to stroke his shaft. He combed a hand through my hair and let out a long, shuddering breath as his magic danced around us and I moaned at the silent proof of his pleasure.

My other hand reached for Martina, and she nuzzled against my throat again, just as Dusek finally slotted his cock against me and slowly pushed inside.

I moaned around Yukio’s cock, my motions stuttering as Dusek pulled back slightly and thrust again, until every long, hard inch of him was seated inside me.

Using every last ounce one of my still-functioning braincells, I slid my arm down between me and Martina, fingers brushing over her close-cropped curls before finding her waiting wetness, swirling over her clit as she rocked against my hand.

I pulled off Yukio’s cock long enough to gasp an impatient, “ Martina!”

Finally, finally , she bit me, her chupacabra fangs slicing into me in the exact same place where Josh had fed, somehow twining their innate magic together and flooding my system with not only the pleasure of her own bite, but the echo of his vampiric pleasure as well.

I froze as the sensation washed over me, heard Josh groan faintly from across the room.

Then I was too busy to sort one source of pleasure from the next.

Yukio reclaimed my mouth, his hand in my hair holding me still as he gently thrust into me, chasing his own pleasure, but pausing now and then to caress my face and neck with a reverent touch that made me feel precious and loved.

Martina continued to draw at my throat in small sips, prolonging the feeding and adding to the torrent of feelings flooding me.

Dusek shifted his weight so he was kneeling, griping the backs of my thighs as he drove into me in sure, deep thrusts.

Soon, it was all too much and I came again, clutching Dusek deep inside me, and moaning around Yukio’s cock in a way that had the pixie saying my name like a prayer as he flooded my mouth with his icy release.

Martina bucked against my hand one last time and her body went rigid as I flicked my fingers over her clit. She clung to me as her own orgasm rippled through her, withdrawing her fangs to whisper breathless praise against my throat.

Dusek shuddered above me, his hands gripping my thighs in a bruising hold as my clutching pussy choked his still rock-hard cock.

As Martina and Yukio each pressed a soft kiss to my lips and moved away, I focused on the bubak who was seconds away from madness thanks to my greedy witch anatomy and his legendary self-restraint.

“Come here,” I demanded, opening my arms to him.

I could still feel flutters of pleasure rising and falling through my core, and I knew I wasn’t about to let him go anytime soon.

He released his grip on my thighs and carefully fell forward to lie on top of me, our torso’s pressed together, his pelvic bone putting delicious pressure against my still buzzing clit.

We both groaned when the movement pressed him deeper into my body’s tight grip. My hands stroked over his back and down to his sculpted ass, gripping and pulling him impossibly closer, deeper. We both shuddered.

His lips met mine in a desperate, feral kiss that told me without words how he wanted to be pounding in to me right now, rather than holding still. It was torture for both of us.

Cicely climbed onto the bed beside us and stroked a warm hand along my side, his own massive erection brushing my hip and his mental voice laced with lusty amusement. “Oh, poor, sweet omega.”

The faun had clearly shared that comment with the whole room. Dusek snorted a laugh, and the tense and release of his abs caused his dick to flex inside me, making us both groan.

Cicely pressed a kiss to my cheek, then claimed my lips in a slow, deep, thorough kiss that had me ramping right back up again, his hand finding my breast and kneading. This was not going to help me stop clutching and release Dusek. And the faun knew it.

When he finally released me, I felt Cicely prop himself up on an elbow and reach for Dusek. “And poor gamma.”

The soft sounds of them kissing while Dusek was seated deep inside me and Cicely’s thick cock rubbed against my hip was not helping me calm down. I felt my pussy clench with need, and Dusek made a strangled sound above me.

“Someone should really take pity on them,” Robin said with fake sympathy. “Poor dears.”

She was enjoying every second of this sweet torment. I writhed, the need to move an undeniable force under my skin. Dusek hissed and clamped a hand on my hip, using his grip and his own body weight to keep me still and keep me from yanking on his poor, abused cock.

I couldn’t help it. I was going to die if he didn’t move soon. If someone didn’t help me put an end to this never-ending hunger inside me.

Sadavir moved closer. Dusek sucked in a surprised breath, then collapsed further, pressing his forehead to mine.

Still hard as a rock. Still clutched so tight it might break us both, thanks to the images that suddenly flooded my mind, courtesy of Cicely and his awful sense of humor and need to torment us.

Sadavir was standing at the foot of the bed behind Dusek, one knee braced on the bed as he smoothed a hand over the bubak’s leanly muscled back, and bent to place a kiss at the base of his spine.

My naga was glorious, all rippling muscle and coppery skin.

His long, hard cock lay along the cleft of Dusek’s ass as he leaned forward further, kissing the place between Dusek’s shoulder blades.

“Let me help?” he said aloud, the blunted edges of his words even more muffled than usual as he spoke against Dusek’s skin.

I spasmed beneath Dusek, drawing him impossibly deeper , and he moaned. “Fuck. Yes. Please. I can’t…” He had to be on the brink of orgasm, but even then I didn’t think I’d be able to stop clutching him. I was too turned-on, too desperate for my mates to use me and fill me up, and…

Oh, no , I thought in dawning horror. Was I on the brink of my heat? If so, I might not leave this bedroom again for a week . And we had things to do. Council meetings to attend. A budding new paranormal government to nurture into being. Now wasn’t the time.

But even my panic couldn’t stop the lust growing inside me.

Which meant, yeah, I was probably about to go into heat.

And Dusek’s body was probably reacting to that.

Everyone reacted more strongly to my pheromones these days, alpha or not.

He might not be physically able to go soft. We’d be stuck like this forever.

A strangled laugh escaped me. Which, of course, made both Dusek and I groan at the clenching.

Sadavir chuckled and his big hand slid over my lower leg in a slow caress.

Down our bond I could feel the depth of his love and his alpha need to provide and care for his mates.

But it was also tempered by the same kind of wry amusement that Cicely was putting off.

I growled at him and shoved every bit of my impatience down our bond.

Warm fingers reached between our legs and teased along the place where me and Dusek were connected, then drew away. Dusek captured my lips in a searing kiss, shivering with the strain of holding himself braced over me while Sadavir played with his ass.

I lost myself in Dusek’s kiss, my mind quickly spiraling into a space where nothing existed except the cock buried deep inside me and the heady auras surrounding me.

Hands stroked over my skin. Cicely. Robin.

Martina. Worshipful waves of desire flowed over me, all around me.

And soon, Dusek rocked into me even deeper, my body allowing him just enough space to slightly withdraw before he was pressing back in.

Sadavir’s hand gripped my knee as he fucked Dusek, driving the bubak into me with every thrust. I mewled and writhed beneath them, an impossible orgasm building inside me with each press of flesh and gasp of pleasure.

Cicely moved to stand beside us, kissing Dusek before guiding his face toward his flushed cock.

He sent me mental pictures that faded in and out of focus as he struggled to maintain our mental link while having Dusek’s lips wrapped around his cock.